"Hmm? What's this big secret?" Archie Lockwood asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Shirley Lockwood thought for a moment, then stared into Archie Lockwood's eyes. With a mischievous, gossipy look, she asked, "So... that pretty lady who danced with you tonight, she's an old flame of yours, right?"
Her words finally made Archie Lockwood recall Fiona Vance from the party. He gave a weary smile and gently patted Shirley Lockwood's head. "Heh. You little rascal, aren't you the clever one."
Shirley Lockwood raised her eyebrows smugly, replying with immense pride, "Of course! I mean, look whose daughter I am. Obviously I'm smart."
"That's right. It's a good thing you take after me. Otherwise, if you..." He trailed off, his handsome face suddenly growing cold and grim.
Shirley Lockwood's heart skipped a beat. "If I were what?" she asked, her voice laced with anxiety.
